Tag: stalker

Previously on chapter 1: “Why? Because, I love you. Is it really that questionable? Do you want to know how I fell in love with you?” he asked again. She nodded. Not that she wants to know, but anything to keep him talking and postponing her end.

There was a silence for what seemed like an eternity, her heart beats so fast and she was sure he could hear her heartbeat. Then, he started to open his mouth, “I am really shy, you know. I need to gather my courage just to see you like this.” After he said that, suddenly her phone rang again. It was Michael; he was worried with Emily’s wellbeing. She could see that he was displeased by Michael’s calls. “Let me answer it, he will be very worried,” she said pleading. But, he does not reply her plea. He glanced at her for a moment, and then he took her phone, opens it, and sends a message to her boyfriend. ‘It isn’t a surprise that he knows my password already,’ she thought to herself.

“Where were we? Oh, right, you might not remember me, you were very young when it happen,” he said slowly. She was trembling when she heard what he said; the thought that this man has been following her since she was young is very frightening. Seeing her frightened, he approached her slowly and took her hand. She jumped at the sudden action. “Don’t be afraid, it’ll be better if you sit on your bed. You always loved bed time stories, don’t you?” with a warm yet frightening smile; he took her to her bed and covers her in her blanket. By this time, she could only do as he says, if not, there’s no telling what will happen to her. He has murdered people in cold blood; there is no telling what he can do to her.

“Now, can I continue?” he said with a very sweet voice, although sweet, it brings goosebumps in the back of her neck. She nodded, “I am very shy and when I was younger, people were not very fond of me and no one wanted to play with me, well not so different now. I am used to just watching people play and sit on the bench alone, just watching them in silence.” “Have you not tried playing with them?” she asked. Sometimes curiosity just gotten the best of her, and she dreaded her curious mind every time it appears in the worst possible timing. “Your curious mind, it’s always cute when you are curious,” he said a smile on his face. His smile brought a mix of terror and warmth. ”To answer your question, not really, they won’t accept me, and the thought of that was quite devastating,” he replied.

“It’s always like that, me watching, until one day you suddenly came to me. People are usually afraid of me and don’t bother to try and talk me. They always think of me as a weirdo, but you came to me one day. You gave me a flower and sit next to me. You stated your name, and try to talk to me, simple things, something little girls question. You could not stop talking and I remembered how you said talking with me is fun. Then, it was starting to get late and your babysitter called you to come and go back home. I went back to my own home. It was terrible, really terrible and I guess at that time I finally realized that no one likes me, other than you. I started searching for you, started to get to know you better. As you know I am very shy and the thought of talking to you again, if you hate me, I just can’t live with that. I send little presents at first, and you didn’t look very happy with that. I then started sending you better presents. But, I guess you didn’t like them, so I gave you even better ones, the ones that are closer to the heart.”

She was terrified at this point. ‘He thought that I didn’t like it because it wasn’t enough? What is wrong with his thinking?’ she thought to herself. “But, you killed people, that is wrong,” she said shuttering. “Kill people? I didn’t kill them. They killed themselves really,” he said. “I only borrow their limbs,” he continued. ‘He sounds like someone who doesn’t feel guilty at all, never mind guilty, he sounded like what he was doing wasn’t wrong,’ she thought again. She thought her life will end shorter than she thought, so she tried to speak to him, question him to at least until she can think of a way to escape. “Tell me about yourself, you know me but I don’t know you at all,” she said while trying to control her voice. “About me? No one has ever asked me to tell them about me. You are the only one,” he said smiling, his expression a mixed of happiness, sadness, and madness.

He went and touch her hair and when he was about to speak, suddenly Emily’s phone rang again. She looked at her phone, trying to see who was calling her. It was Michael. She tries to look at the face of the man who took her hostage. He looked displeased, and angered. ‘What is Michael thinking? Oh dear God, I can’t let Michael get into this mess. I thought he already sent a message to Michael. Think, Emily, think.

“You don’t need to reply him,” she said bravely. “Tell me more about you. Your name, anything,” she continued. He changes his gaze from her phone to her. He looks calmer now; his angered expression was no more. “Waels, my name is Waels,” he said. Then, he opens his mouth again, “I don’t give my name to anyone, especially my real name, although, just like you, I too have changed my name. I hate my previous name; it brings a lot of bad memories, but I think it’s better for you to know my birth name, maybe I’ll start liking the name if you know me by Waels.”

“W-Waels, okay, tell me more, about you, your life.” “My life hmm, it’s quite boring really, you’ll get bored listening to it, but, I guess if you want, I’ll tell you,” he said while looking at her. She nodded and so he continued. “I wasn’t born in a perfect family. In fact, it was far from perfect. Ah, it’s really hard to talk about this, I left them already and I do not wish to talk about them,” he said sadly. He looked at her who was trying to listen to him. “Story for another time?” he said. “It’s getting really late, so why don’t you sleep now,” he said while stroking her hair. Just as he was about to fix and cover her in her blanket, there was a knock on the door. “Nathania, are you okay? Open the door, Nathania,” a voice called. The person outside of the door sounded worried, and the voice that calls to her was none other than Michael. On the other side of the door, standing outside of harm’s way is Emily’s boyfriend. ‘Oh, no, Michael, why is he here? Oh, he’s going to get himself killed, what should I do?’ Emily thought to herself, just as she was thinking about a way to save Michael. “Ah, it seems you have company, Emily. Someone is here to see you,” he said while standing up from the sofa.

She has escaped death two times now. She moved from a country to another, changed her name, left her job, and left her family and friends. She never met him before, but she knows he is trouble. He was her nightmare, he was the thing that kept her awake at night, and he was the thing that made her jump when someone grabbed her from behind. He was her stalker. He has sent her roses, letters, and everything you can think of and more. At first, it was just subtle letters and roses, but he became bolder and bolder. He started sending her pictures of her in her room when she was sleeping, pictures of her when she was studying, pictures of her when she was taking a bath. It was already creepy at that point, and then he started sending her body parts: fingers, hands, hearts, and letters that told how much he loves her. It was starting to be unbearable.

She asked the police for help but there was nothing, not a single trace of him. The police tried to search for the perpetrator, but he was always 5 steps ahead of the police. He always disappears whenever the police had a lead on him. It was as if he was a ghost. But the letters and body parts never stops coming. The police found DNA of those people. The police said that all those people’s DNA matches the DNA of the missing personness cases. The police advised her family to move out of town until they finish the case.

After that, she moved with her family to Southampton, but that didn’t stop him. Not at all, in fact he became bolder and more terrifying. After a while it started again. A letter came two months after she had moved. The letter was written in red ink.

Dear Emily,

Why did you move? I was sad that you moved. I didn’t know where you move to, it took some time for me to find you. But I finally found you, my dear Emily, were you lonely these past two months? I hope you think of me as often as I think of you.

P.S I hope you love the present I give you

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

What she saw in the box turned her pale. It was a finger with a ring in it. She has seen that ring before. It was her old ring given by one of her past lover. It kept happening over and over again her old teddy bear that was already thrown away when she was seven, a gold chain necklace that was given to her from her grandparents, and more things from her past. She begs the police to help her, but there was nothing the police could do. He was too smart to be caught. The police also have their hands full with all more missing people cases. Her family started getting worried with her. At this point it became so unbearable that her brother has to move in with their grandparents. After six months of ‘gifts’ from him, she left again. She left without the consent of her parents. She took some money one night and left.

This time, she changed her life, she took the name Nathania and move to Bournemouth. She left her family, because she couldn’t bare seeing her family becoming paranoid with every letters that comes to the house. She started living in an apartment. She got a new job, and a new life. Everything started to go smoothly. For once, she was finally able to live without fear. She found a new lover, new friends, she was finally happy. It has been almost a year now. No letters, no body parts, nothing. She thought she was finally free. She outsmarts the stalker and now he couldn’t find her anymore. He couldn’t harass her anymore.

That is until one evening. She had just come home from work. She was tired and she was dying to get back to the apartment and sleep. She opened her apartment door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him; he had found her. She dropped her bag, her skin turned pale. ‘This.. This can’t be true’ she thought to herself. ‘I changed my name, I moved away, how can he still find me?’ she was horrified. Slowly she turned on the lights only to find a more terrifying view. Written in blood on the wall are the words: “YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER”. She fell on her knees; she was so scared that her knees couldn’t hold her weight. ‘How? Why?’ all those questions popping through her head. She was in a state of shock that she didn’t even realize there was a presence near her. There was another person in the room.

When she had finally realized there was another person, it was too late. She could not escape from the position she is in. A figure was standing behind her. The figure step closer to her and whisper in her ear. “I had a hard time searching for you. You changed your name this time. I wanted to just stay and watch you from afar but I don’t want you to run away anymore,” his voice was terrifying. Goosebumps appear in her skin from her neck down. “Don’t look so scared. Here I brought you a gift.” He placed a gold necklace around her neck. The necklace has blood residue on it. She took a glance at the necklace. Her eyes showed how horrified she was. It was her mother’s necklace. “What did you do?” she screamed in terror, a tear running down her cheeks. She was scared. He stroke her cheek, “there.. there.. don’t cry.. don’t you like it? It was quite hard getting it.” She was clearly in a state of shock. Seeing how troubled he continued, “I didn’t kill your mother, if that is what you think. I don’t want you to hate me after all.”

They were both sitting for a while. Suddenly her phone rang. Her boyfriend was calling her. She hurried trying to get the call but he stopped her from doing it. It was then she finally saw him. He was tall, he has black hair, and blue eyes. He was not unattractive in fact he was quite handsome. “He will worry. He will know something is up,” she said with the little courage she had left. He made a big grin, a grin that sends chills to her bone. “Really? So Michael is that kind of person,” he said still grinning. ‘Is it even a surprise that he knows Michael’s name,’ she thought to herself.

“What do you want?” she asked. She was still trembling with fright, but what can she do. “What I want? What I want is you Emily.. or do you prefer to be called Nathania?” he smiled. ‘If he was not such a psycho I might even fell for him. But, now what? Think Emily, think. I don’t want to be killed. What should I do?’ she thought to herself. “Emily is fine. Why do you do this?” she mustered courage to ask. A silence fell upon for some seconds. “Why? Because, I love you. Is it really that questionable? Do you want to know how I fell in love with you?” he asked again. She nodded. Not that she wants to know, but anything to keep him talking and postponing her end.